It’s boyfriend’s birthday. His friends were keeping him out of the house for the day so you could set up something small in the kitchen. There’s rose petals leading to the kitchen where a small cake sits on the counter with a candle in the middle.

You hear the door open and duck behind the counter to hide. “What-” He starts, but you interrupt him by jumping out. “Happy birthday!” You shout. He goes over to you, scoops you up by your thighs and sets you on the counter. “You did this?”